Breaking News: Reports of a possible missing person. A stay-at-home mother from Sydney’s Insular Peninsula appears to have disappeared. The missing mother is known as a woman who quietly and boringly got on with her life as a housewife and children’s Uber driver. She was not known as social, being as she was mostly stuck… Continue reading Missing Mother
My late rising New Year’s resolution is kindness. Be kind, show kindness, kind, kind, kind. It’s everywhere – the new catch phrase to counteract narcissism generated in our age of the selfie. Me me me it’s all about me, verses Be kind to one another. I should have been an anthropologist or psychologist instead of… Continue reading Practising Kindness. Kind of.
Once upon a time there was a family who was really so very excitably excited, because they were putting in a pool! The kids were beside themselves – the boys began kissing their future “guns” developed by swim practice, and the little girl with big plans to be a synchronised swimmer just like the Olympians… Continue reading Tales of a Poolside Crime
The day began with the usual unsatisfying vomit; a dribble of bile in the cup of my hand and some in the loo. Not even Christmas Day, with all its miracles, could offer up a reprieve. I wandered out of our guest bedroom to see a quartet of teenage cousins slothing out of theirs. Four… Continue reading A Wise Man and a Bright Star
My husband walks in, a deadly sombre look covering his face.“The astronomer, he’s….well, he’s pretty serious. Eccentric, maybe. The telescopes are worth over a million dollars each!” He shakes his head. “The kids…. I don’t know….” Now he looks sad, disappointed. My heart folds for him. He’d booked this trip for us as a big… Continue reading An Ode to the Moon
Hair Remember these? Well, this was me as I hit my 21st year (times two) of life. When the grey’s popped up in my mouse brown hair, I thought blond highlights would be a good idea to blend them seamlessly away. Beginning with just a little blond, I found myself a year later unsuspectingly sporting… Continue reading Ageing Disgracefully
I’ve staged a #Fexit. That’s a Facebook exit. Unlike the #Brexit I did not consult a whole country. I did however let my ‘friends’ know I was outta there, lest I miss something vital, like a baby, engagement, or self-tan gone hilariously wrong. I asked them to pick up the good old dog and bone.… Continue reading Staging a #Fexit